She Was Getting Ready for School
by writer101
Copyright© 2026 by writer101
Incest Sex Story: She Was Getting Ready for School - wanted to go shopping. But her bad day, turned into a very good one for the both of us.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual True Story Incest Father Daughter Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Small Breasts .
Somewhere last month, my 14-year-old daughter was getting herself ready for school in her bedroom.
I had a day off from work and started prepping breakfast for us.
After the breakfast was ready on the table, I walked upstairs, knocked on her door and she invited me in.
I sat on her bed and told her that breakfast is ready when she is.
I positioned myself back on her bed, so I could sit with my back against the headrest. She asked me what I was doing, and I told her I didn’t even understand why I got up this early on my day off. She surely is old enough to prep her own breakfast. She laughed and said, “Well, it’s because you’re the best dad”. I smiled and just looked at her while she was doing her hair in front of the mirror.
After a few moments, she asked me why I was staring at her. With a bit of hesitance in my voice, I said: “No, nothing - it’s just ... never mind”.
She replied: “No, say it ... Why are you staring at me?”
I told her: “You’re just so beautiful”. She smiled and answered: “Thank you, but it’s not true, I’m fat, and you know it”.
This girl is only 48kg and 1.52m tall, if anything, that isn’t fat.
I walked over to her, stood behind her, and told her to stand up. She did. I pulled up her shirt a little and put my hands on her belly and told her: “Look at this, this isn’t fat - this is perfection.”
She nervously smiled, pushed my hands away, and said: “Oh, you’re just saying that because you’re my dad - everybody at school thinks I’m ugly”. I gave her a kiss on her cheek and assured her that they’re just saying that because they’re jealous. I said: “Besides that, fat girls have a big ass - you don’t have any ass”.
She laughed, and with a surprised tone she said: “Wow, Dad, I’m not even sure if that’s a compliment or not...”
I smiled and asked her, “Are you ready for breakfast?” She nodded and added: “In a few”. I walked downstairs and told her I’d be waiting for her.
After a few minutes, she came downstairs and we enjoyed breakfast with some basic talks.
She asked me for some money, so she could go shopping for some new clothes after school, so I gave her 250 euro.
Time passed, and only half an hour after her school ended, I heard keys unlocking the front door. As the door opened, I asked: “Are you back already? Didn’t you say you wanted to go shopping?”.
I heard some sniffing as she closed the door, and with a sad voice she said: “No, not today. Today was a bad day”. I walked over to her, gave her a hug, and told her it’ll be fine. I told her to come sit on the couch with me. I grabbed her a can of energy drink, sat back next to her, and asked her, “So, what happened today?”
She told me that some girls in her class picked on her today, pushed her against the lockers pretty hard, and called her names.
I didn’t know what to say to her, so I hugged her instead. She started crying, and I could feel her tears dripping on my neck. I told her: “Hey, don’t cry so much, babe. I know they hurt you today, but don’t let them ruin your entire day; they don’t deserve that much power.” She didn’t say a word, but instead grabbed me and hugged me tightly. I rubbed her back and just let her cry it out.
After a few minutes she stopped crying and let me loose. She apologised and I assured her there was nothing to apologise for.
I asked her if she was up for some pizza tonight and if she wanted to watch a movie. She agreed. I told her to go take a shower, wash those negative emotions off and pizza will be here when she’s ready.
The doorbell rang, and as I was walking to the front door, I could still hear the water running. I yelled: “Pizza’s here!”.
I took the pizzas back to the living room, took the bottle of cola & a bag of chips next to the couch.
Once more I yelled: “Pizza’s ready, are you coming?” Again, no reply. I walked upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. “Pizza’s here.” I repeated.
“Dad, can you come in for a second?” she asked me. I walked in, and I could see her hiding her naked body behind a towel while she was staring at the mirror. I asked her: “what’s up?”
“Do you think I’m pretty?” I assured her that, not only do I think, but I’m convinced she’s the prettiest girl in town. I asked her if we could start eating now.
She got closer to the mirror and said: “But look at my nose, it’s terrible.” I stood behind her and asked her to point out to me what exactly she thought was so terrible about her nose.
She hated the fact that the tip of her nose was pointing up slightly and said she thought she looked like a pig. I laughed and told her, “You got that pretty nose from your mom, it’s one of the things I found so cute about her - look at my nose, it’s even worse - my entire finger fits inside of it,” and quickly put my finger in my nose. She laughed and said, “Dad, that’s disgusting!”
I laughed, gave her a soft tap on her ass, and told her: “Now let’s get ready to eat, shall we - I’m starting to get hungry?”
I turned away and walked downstairs, sat in the living room - waiting for her to join. After a few seconds, she followed me down. When she walked into the living room, I noticed she was still only wearing that towel wrapped around her body and a towel on her head. I asked her: “Don’t you think you should get your pyjamas on or something?”. She denied with the argument that her hair would make her pyjamas all wet, and she would change after we ate.
I finished before her, I leaned back in the couch and watched her finish her pizza. “You want one of my slices?” she asked. I told her that I’m full and I don’t need more. She asked me what I was staring at then. I said nothing, just sighed and looked to the ceiling. Teasingly, I asked her if this was better for her. She didn’t say anything. She just leaned back on the couch with a huge sigh of relief and said, “I’m so full, that was a good pizza!” while rubbing her belly over the towel.
I reminded her to get dressed so we could watch a movie. She told me she would, after the food had settled a bit. She suggested we could already pick a movie, and I agreed.
She pressed play on the movie and leaned her head against my shoulder. I asked her: “You’re not going to get changed, are you?” She said she was comfortable like this right now, and she didn’t want to stand up. I told her it’s okay and that I’m too lazy to argue anyway. “Speaking about being lazy, let me lay down a little”. I repositioned myself so my side was leaning on the armrest of the couch. She snuggled up behind and against me, while tightly holding the towel so it wouldn’t slip off of her. She rested her head on my shoulder again as we started to watch the movie.
After a bit, I could feel the weight of her head asking its toll from my shoulder. I lay on my back and told her she could lie her head on my chest if she wanted to, which she did - but that towel started to poke in my face. I took off the towel, and she shook her head to make the hair fall nicely before resting her head back on my chest.
I placed 1 hand on her head, giving her a little head massage while stroking my fingers through her hair. She looked at me and asked me: “Dad ... do you really think I’m pretty? Or did you just say that because you’re my dad?”. I assured her that I meant every word of what I said. With my fingers, I put a bit more pressure on her head, to show that I really meant it. She looked back at the TV and didn’t say a thing. After a while, my hand was getting tired and I put it to rest on the base of her neck, gently stroking up and down with my fingers, before keeping it completely still.
She looked at me, but didn’t say anything. I noticed, but I acted like I didn’t. She looked back at the TV and shortly after looked at me again. I asked her what she was looking at. She just said: “I’m just so lucky with a dad like you”. I asked her: “Why? Because I gave you pizza?” She smiled, didn’t say a thing and looked back at the TV. Shortly after, she looked up again. I teasingly told her; “If you’re going to keep staring at me like that, I’m going to kiss you...” She smiled, didn’t say anything, and turned her head back towards the TV. A few minutes later, she positioned herself up a little bit, so her hair was now touching my cheek, and my hand was around the middle of her back. She moved her hand on my chest, but kept watching the movie. My heartbeat started to rise.
She looked at me again, and I looked back at her, but realised that my mouth was suddenly very close to hers. She smiled and said, “Okay”. A bit confused, I asked her: “Okay, what?” “Give me a kiss,” she said. My heartbeat went through the roof, and I can’t say I wasn’t aroused at this point. “Your heart beats like crazy, are you okay?” she asked. I smiled, didn’t say a thing, but we kept eye contact.
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